Volume 9 The Wallhead Grass Called Justice has been emptied
The planed wooden pillars seem to have been decayed and old by time, and the ceiling supported by these wooden pillars is painted with white clouds and blue sky; And next to these artificially sketched landscapes, as if separated by a line, is the real sky------ the slightly gloomy skies of Gibraltar, where the clouds roll up because of the wind.
The vivid blue and white of the artificial painting stung Guo Zhouyi's eyes, and he gradually moved his head leaning back in the chair forward, and as the poor blue and white scene disappeared from his vision, the gray sky that did not look very beautiful at first glance covered Guo Zhouyi's vision, making him feel comfortable.
At the moment when such comfort surged into his heart, Guo Zhouyi exhaled a breath of satisfaction, shook his head forward, and got rid of the completely lazy posture of leaning his head on the back of the chair just now.
The old stone road, mixed with the crowd of Zaft's soldiers, and the parasol with "Halo-Coffee" written on it, and the advertising slogan "Coffee-Worth-Dying-For" that made him want to laugh------ Indeed, he wanted to die because he bought a cup of coffee because he bought a cup of --- when he saw the words "Our award-winning coffee warm your heart with a fiery red" written on the small blackboard---
Chilli coffee.
"What, isn't the coffee delicious?"
With a light laugh in his ears, Guo Zhouyi moved his gaze to Harman, who was flicking his coffee cup with his fingers and looking at him with a smile.
"Me, hi γγγγγγ" Guo Zhouyi sighed, he wanted to say something but didn't say it, it made him feel as uncomfortable as drinking a can of carbonated drink when he was shopping just now and couldn't burp.
"I can't drink it." Haman said, picking up the white marshmallow next to the coffee cup with his fingers and tossing it into his mouth.
"Underestimate me." After speaking, Guo Zhouyi directly picked up the coffee cup and poured down the somewhat cold special chili coffee at once.
Suddenly, his face was squeezed together like kneaded dough.
Poof, Haman covered his mouth with his hand and laughed.
"Laugh, just laugh," Guo Zhouyi shook his head disapprenously, but when he saw Harman put his hand down, he raised his hand and gently brushed it on Haman's face, "The marshmallow powder is stained." β
"Thank you." Harman thanked him softly, grabbed the cigarette case with Gitanes written on it next to his coffee cup, and pulled one out and lit it.
Guo Zhouyi didn't stop her.
"Speaking of which, on top of that big rock in Gibraltar, what else is there to look at the African continent in the strait, well, this is also a good time to come once, why don't you try it?" Guo Zhouyi pointed to the sea in the distance, flicked his arm, and pointed to the excessively high rock.
"I'm not in the mood." Haman shook his head.
"Sure enough, it's a meeting for days, I'm tired."
"That's not the reason."
Sure enough, this kind of thing is unsolvable--- looking at Guo Zhouyi's puzzled expression, Haman sighed in his heart; She knew that he had an inexplicable aversion to those so-called sightseeing activities, so she chose such a peaceful rest time, but he cared about his body and tried to accommodate himself.
Accommodating each other, hurting each other, hasn't the blonde guy been accommodating himself at the beginning, accommodating like this, and then hurting, although the move is voluntary, but it should be voluntary, and when the effort of not wanting to be rewarded is not rewarded, will it also be resentful, so it is probably not love?
With such a terrible thought in his heart, Haman stood up and sat on the bench where Guo Zhouyi was sitting.
"It's okay, it's okay." Guo Zhouyi looked at the cigarette that had been thrown in the ashtray and had only smoked a few puffs, and then looked at Haman, who was leaning against him and was about to grab a cigarette, grabbed her hand and patted it gently.
"Why didn't you stop me just now?"
"I don't know why, I just don't think I had the need to do that just now, and I don't want to do that."
Really confident, with such a soft mutter, Haman gently rested his head on Guo Zhouyi's shoulder.
Why is she trembling, the agreement has been made a long time ago, could it be that now that she has seen each other's "inside" and made an agreement, she still can't make her feel at ease, troubled by such thoughts, Guo Zhouyi also began to be entangled by a suffocating pain that could not be waved away.
"You know, I'm shaking, I'm shaking after talking to those federal politicians," Haman's voice trembled slightly, "I always thought that enlightenment was no different from a goal, and now, my own consciousness has been shaken, can I really continue to walk?" β
Guo Zhouyi didn't make a sound, but just squeezed Haman's hand harder.
"Why does the earth system naturally produce gravity, why does gravity not need to work hard to create power, why the sun here is not man-made, the questions held by these new generations of cosmic immigrants seem ridiculous to those people... That's a bunch of guys who don't rely on anything other than themselves and what they have in their handsγγγγγγ β
"Whether it's called hope or possibility, everyone has it in their hearts, and it's different from each other, but that group of people γγγγγγ Their difference is almost unacceptable... β
"Out of a sense of fear of something different from me, I have strengthened the so-called righteousness and precepts in my heart to an unprecedented intensity...
"A group of people who killed their own gods," Guo Zhouyi opened his mouth at this time, "So, I'm afraid that with these people, I will never be able to change anything, really, why are you worried about these things." β
Hearing this question, which seemed to be full of complaints, Haman was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and after staring at Guo Zhouyi for a few seconds, most of the dark clouds on his face suddenly disappeared.
"Maybe I'm still only a combat unit like a pilot now, but I think that's enough, whatever his NE plan, I'm sure I'll show those who murdered their own inner possibilities how wrong they are."
The words full of confidence and tenderness suddenly made the sunlight on Haman's face disappear again, and she sat up straight, looking very formally at the man who was gradually becoming a little unnatural under her gaze:
"Forget it, it's nothing, after listening to what you said, I think it really seems that there is really nothing to hide and worry about."
In the end, I still didn't say it, was the worry hidden in the deepest part of Newtype's intuition, or was it some kind of inexplicable power that I had been feeling recently to show my future; Now he undoubtedly sees himself as his own "light", entrusting himself with all his possibilities, but what will happen if he is gone, or if he is swallowed up by the malice of the world again?
What about the great force that was already with him?
What kind of pain would he experience if he had to leave, and what would he decide to do after that?
Penetrated into his chest by some intuition that had not yet materialized, for a moment, some vague possibility, some vague future passed in front of him, and Harman was driven by something, fixing his lover's cheeks with both hands, staring at the other's eyes that radiated a clear light:
"Now, make an agreement with me about one thing, that is, no matter what happens, you must continue to believe!"
"Huh? Believe......? Believe what? What's wrong with you? Exhausted? I've said it's all about not worrying about me... Guo Zhouyi was shocked by the mixture of gentleness and persistence that Harman instantly released, and replied a little confused.
"Can you make an appointment with me?" Haman was in hot pursuit.
"Well, I made an appointment with you." Although she didn't know what she was worried about, but if she didn't agree, she wouldn't be at ease, out of this consideration and trust in her lover, Guo Zhouyi nodded and agreed.
"It's wonderful."
γIt's greatγ
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"I made a mistake, although that chick won the creative coffee competition, but I didn't even taste the taste and believed it, I didn't expect it to be so impactful, I made a mistake, I thought it was ordinary pepper coffee," the owner of the cafΓ© named Halo covered his head in pain, "Let that lady from the East get out of here tomorrow, and pay her for two weeks... β
"Huh?! Fire me?! The black-haired girl who was hiding outside the window and eavesdropping exclaimed.